Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Panda Novel

Ji Weixi watched as he smiled, his eyes glinting with a loving sparkle—she almost agreed with him.

When she thought carefully about it, it seemed true that Li Shaoling was the best for her…

Still, she would never admit it. Wouldn’t she be falling right into his trap?

Realizing the truth but not admitting it, she lowered her head and mumbled, “No, you’re not…”

“Hmmm?” Li Shaoling narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Then who is?”

He sneered as Ji Weixi became stumped. “Don’t tell me it’s that little manwhore.”

“Li Shaoling, he’s not a manwhore. He’s a musician.”

How many times did she have to tell him? It’s hard for her too.

“Ji Weixi, I withstood my pain to come find you, and you are taking manwhore’s side?” Li Shaoling’s voice turned cold as he lifted her chin. “Am I bothering you two?”

Ji Weixi frowned. “What are you talking about! Mister Su saved me…”

Pausing and then seemingly remembering something unpleasant, she snorted coldly. “And what about you—you actually have the face to say me? Weren’t you with a beautiful girl!?”

She was actually talking back?

The veins on Li Shaoling’s temples were throbbing. “I told you there’s nothing between us.”

Ji Weixi nodded along and smiled falsely. “Right, right, right. Whatever President Li says, goes. You have nothing to do with that woman, and I somehow have something with Mister Su. Anything you say goes, and this little girl won’t ever retort!”

Annoyed, Li Shaoling closed his eyes. Her ability to annoy others had become stronger.

“I was wrong.” Li Shaoling lowered his head helplessly and admitted his mistake.

Be that as it may, Ji Weixi continued mocking away. “How could you be wrong, President Li? Everything you do is right!”

Li Shaoling tenderly pinched her cheeks. “You little thing. Where did you learn to be that eccentric?”

“I’m not a thing!” Ji Weixi rolled her eyes at him, upset about that title.

“Yeah. You are my wife.”

“You are shameless!”

“We’ll go get our marriage certificate when you’re discharged.” Li Shaoling really hoped that she would become his as soon as possible.

Or he was going to worry every waking moment.

Then, when Ji Weixi was biting her lip and thinking, Li Shaoling hugged her. “Angry?”

She slowly looked up, and Li Shaoling’s flawless handsome face was coming towards her on a magnified scale.

A faint redness was dyed upon her cheeks, while his eyes showed tender affection. “Don’t be angry, okay? I’ll let you hit me.”

Before she could agree, Li Shaoling grasped her small fist and hit himself with it, leaving her embarrassed.

“What are you doing…”

“Hit me. Then you won’t be angry.”

Ji Weixi pulled her hand back to herself. “I don’t want to hit you.”

“Because your heart would break?”

Li Shaoling came closer, his thin lips brushing against hers while steam arose with vague sweet-talking. “Weixi, I won’t kiss you if you say you feel heartbreak over me.”

This was the first time Ji Weixi was so close to him. Her lips would touch his if she spoke, and as her heart thumped wildly, she was afraid of even breathing.

But if she didn’t say it, he would…

Biting her lip, she said, “My heart hurts… for you.”

And right after she spoke, Li Shaoling leaned down for an easy kiss, stroking her hair as he pulled away. “Good girl.”

It was so sudden that Ji Weixi was totally flushed when she recovered. Indignant, she tried to hit him, only for him to catch her fist, pull her into his arms and restrained within.

“You little thing. Are you so impatient to be hugged?”

“…”

If there’s a god, please teach this man a lesson!

He’s shameless and is always fooling her!

And it’s like he could never stop taking advantage of her!

Wouldn’t she be tormented to death if she became his wife?

The very thought of it was horrible.

Still, Ji Weixi calmed down after hugging for a while.

That was when the door to the sickroom opened. Ji Weixi quickly pushed Li Shaoling away and maintained a distance away from him, while he looked clearly unhappy.

They already had a child together. Was he still a man whom she could not be with in public?

How annoying.

It was Su Yang’s assistant, who opened the door by a narrow slit to poke his head in and smile. “Miss Ji, we’re leaving since the maestro is getting discharged. Wishing you a good recovery.”

Ji Weixi had something to say, but the assistant quickly closed the door as if he was urged.

As such, she quickly got off her sickbed and wore her shoes, when Li Shaoling caught her. “Toilet? I’ll carry you.”

“…”

To be fair, her anxious actions did resemble wanting a trip to the toilet.

“I’m going to say goodbye. To Mister Su.”

Li Shaoling’s voice turned cold immediately. “No!”

“Li Shaoling, you could have lost me forever if not for Mister Su!” Ji Weixi glared at him and coolly ordered. “Come and thank Mister Su with me!”

Li Shaoling, however, simply sat nonchalantly and unaffectedly with an impassive look on his face. “Thanking the manwhore? In my next life, maybe!”

Ji Weixi inhaled sharply. “Fine. If you don’t go, I’ll go!”

She turned and left the sickroom to find the assistant holding a few bags at once, while Su Yang was beside him and carrying nothing.

He had already changed into a white shirt and was slowly walking with her back to him, as if still waiting for something.

“Mister Su!” Ji Weixi called out.

Su Yang’s back stiffened for a bit but he didn’t look back.

Ji Weixi quickly ran in front of him. “Mister Su. Why are you getting discharged so early? Shouldn’t you stay for a few more days?”

Her face was creamy white as always, and she was looking at him with her watery lively eyes without blinking.

Su Yang forced a smile. “No, I’m busy with work and it shouldn’t be delayed.”

“Your work is not as important as your life…”

Still, Su Yang clearly has no intention to stay in the hospital—indeed, it was too noisy an environment for recovery, which was why Ji Weixi did not insist. “Mister Su, thank you for saving me. I’m really grateful.”

“No thanks necessary.” Su Yang’s made a pained smile. “You wouldn’t have been in here if I didn’t invite you to my concert. I should be the one apologizing.”

Ji Weixi quickly shook her head. “No way. It’s my honor to be at your concert.”

Their wrestle of courtesy left the assistant speechless beside them.

Was this the famous mutual complimenting in commerce as described in legends?

He then whispered a reminder to Su Yang. “Mister Su, the driver is waiting.”

Su Yang’s gaze turned to Ji Weixi. There was a struggle beneath his eyes, and when he was about to say something, someone called his name from behind.

“Su Yang?”

All three turned as Li Shaoling approached them languidly.

A weird look flashed in Su Yang’s gaze and he nodded. “Hello, President Li.”

Li Shaoling was not surprised that Su Yang knew him. He held Ji Weixi by the waist as he flatly said, “Thank you for saving my wife. I will personally come by to express my gratitude some other time.”

Didn’t he say that he would only thank Su Yang in the next life?

He actually went back on his word!

Nonetheless, Ji Weixi faked a smiled as she retorted in her head. ‘Who is your wife here!? Dream on!’

Meanwhile, Su Yang smiled. “You’re too kind, President Li. Saving Miss Ji is what I should do anyway.”

After a pause, he added. “My driver’s waiting for me. See you around.”

Ji Weixi watched as Su Yang hurried away, and felt sad for some reason.

Recovering, she looked up at Li Shaoling and asked. “Didn’t you say you would only thank him in the next life?”

Li Shaoling glared at her. “My pleasure!”